This year’s Christmas did not live up to my expectations.To be honest, I never thought we’d be on the verge of such a tremendous discovery.I’m 14 years old; my name is Anna, and I deal with all of the typical adolescent issues: I go to school, quarrel with my 16-year-old brother Lukas, and try to keep my room clean so that my parents are pleased. Mom is the actual heroine of our household.She works day and night, cleans the home, and yet makes time to help my brother Lukas, who never completes the projects he starts.
She is able to be present in Lukas’ school, workplace, and home.And Dad. Because he considers himself “the head of the family,” he spends his days discussing the impending action flick in front of the television.Although I admire him, I am positive that he is one of those individuals who would prefer to relax than help others. However, Christmas arrived, and things did not go as planned. As usual, Lukas and I searched the house for gifts that Mom had already prepared approximately two weeks before the holidays.Alternatively, we heard Dad and his buddy Michał conversing.”Well, what should I get her?”
Dad laughed as he posed a question over the phone.Perhaps it’s something related to the kitchen?She is always careful with kitchen tools and a mixer. I was in anguish. It was impossible to believe he could think that way. “Lazy?”Mom is always around, and he is continually making fun of her.
Dad went on to say, “She wouldn’t cook so poorly if she had nice appliances.”Even though her cooking skills may not be exceptional, After exchanging glances, Lukas and I realized we needed to act. The aroma of sweets and pine pervaded the house around Christmas.Mom baked in the morning, as she usually did, and her loaves were always immaculate. Dad sat by the fireplace, sipping chocolate and behaving as if nothing had occurred, while she proceeded to pour coffee for everyone.The grandparents, aunts, and the rest of the family gathered around the Christmas tree.
Lukas and I sat silently on the sidelines, laughing as we watched the scene unfold. Typical gifts were cards, socks, and weird jumpers that everyone smiled at but no one desired.Then Dad’s time came.Aunt Maria gave him his first present.”This is a gift from me to you,” she said, smiling.Dad’s face stiffened as he unwrapped the package.”A fishing pole, huh?” Fantastic.Aunt Maria smiled and replied, “Yes, it’s great.””I hoped it would appeal to you.” “Well,” he said slightly irritably, “thanks.”Then I received my present.”Dad, happy Christmas!”
I tried to act as innocent as possible. Naturally, the identical fishing rod was present when he opened the parcel. “Really?” he responded, completely perplexed by the circumstances.”Is it three fishing rods?” However, each successive present was also a fishing rod.Lukas and I couldn’t stop laughing as he became more agitated.Then Mom unwrapped her present, a purse she had long wanted.Her expression brightened.She was content.”Wow, such a wonderful purse!
She gently stroked it and murmured, “How did you know I wanted it so much?””We were aware of it,” Uncle Michał smiled.”The kids offered a clue.” Mom stared at us, surprised.”Did both of you do that?” Her eyes filled with joyful tears.”Yes, we do,” we all answered simultaneously.Mom hugged us and told us, “Thank you.” “This Christmas is the best ever!” After witnessing the entire scenario, Dad reached his own judgments. Lukas and I noticed the fade in his face. He didn’t express it verbally, but his silence revealed his realization that he was treating Mom unfairly. Without sugarcoating it, all our efforts were beneficial.